A few years ago my sister had some court issues. It was one of those situations where you were at the wrong place, at the right time. Her life was put on hold. It was a complex situation, and it took a long time for the courts to reach an official date. It was almost a year later before they would start the proceedings. We were all in a constant state of worry; it was absolutely terrible!

Though we were pretty confident in the lawyer’s ability to present the truth, it was the jury that would ultimately decide her fate.

I had an interesting experience a few weeks before she had to go to court. We were out shopping. The weather was crappy. It had been raining that misty kind of rain all morning; the kind that makes you feel like your a row of lettuce in a green house, with the misting system on.

Anyway, I pulled into the drive way, and my sister got out to go in the house. As I went to grab a few things from the back seat I heard a voice whisper, “Find the four leaf clover.” Yeah okay, what the hell was that ABOUT?! I knew it wasn’t my sister because she was already in the door.

Was it just my head chanting unnecessary silliness??? A four-leaf clover?! Where the hell was I going to get a four-leaf clover? The voice was persistent and repeated the same words several times, so I started to look at my surroundings. I had noticed a small clover patch amongst the grass. I did not recall ever seeing it before, but then again, I never looked for a clover either.

I bent down to fish through all the little petals. I could not find one that had four leaves. After a good ten minutes, I became frustrated because I was getting wet, so I finally gave up; I wanted to go in the house. As I wiped my wet, dirty hands on my pants, I said out loud, “This is crazy, there is no four-leaf clovers here!” With that, the voice whispered again. This time it said, “It is right in front of you.”

I turned just a little bit to my left and bent down again. I figured it would be a waste of time, however I did it anyways. With one brush of my hand, there it was. I could not believe my eyes! It stood out like a ray of light in the dark. A four-leaf clover wow! ( I swear if it could scream at me)

I was amazed. I plucked the little guy out of the ground and brought it in to my sister. I told her to hold on to it for good luck.

The trial was two weeks later. She was found “not guilty”. We were all so relieved. Our hearts filled with joy; we could finally breathe freely!

I believe the clover was a symbol of luck. If not for anything else, it definitely keep us optimistic.

Trust me, I know it is not always easy to put your faith before logic but……….You won’t know unless you try it! We are given signs of direction and encouragement all the time, it’s up to us whether we choose to recognize them or not.